And now for something weird.
The other night I slept 16 hours when normally I sleep six at most. This may account for Richard showing up in my dreams for the first time.
I was sitting in the back of a large, black SUV and a man was sitting beside me. We were both dressed in black slacks and turtle neck sweaters and talking about some project we were working on. No specifics on that; just that we were making preparations to continue with it. A few moments later someone walked up to my side of the vehicle, and I partially rolled down the window to see who it was. It was Richard Armitage, and he was also dressed all in black with some sort of black cap on his head. He peered into the window and said very slowly, “There you are.” Then he pulled a black ski mask over his face and just stared at me through the eye slits for an inordinately long time. Eventually I looked straight ahead and said, “You’re unnerving me.”
Then it was onto the next dream where I was a prisoner in a concentration camp and there was lice all around. I woke up with an itchy scalp.
Let the psychoanalysis begin. :D